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Molly spread the floor plan across the hood of their car, squinting at it under the streetlight. "That's a lot of balloons in the living room. Seven-year-olds don't mess around with decorations." Bill leaned over her shoulder, tracing the rooms with one greasy finger. "We go through the kitchen window. The birthday kid opens presents at four. We strike at 4:07, right when everyone's distracted by the cake." "What if someone notices?" "It's a children's party. They'll blame a six-year-old." Molly folded the plans and shoved them in her coat. "I'm not putting on a clown costume again, Bill. Last time a child tried to sit on my lap and I threw her in a bush." "That was strategic containment." "It was a lawsuit waiting to happen." She checked her watch. "Two hours. We've got tools, bags, and absolutely no dignity left." "Who needs dignity when there's a G.I. Joe Battle Tank sitting in that pile?" Molly sighed. "Fine. But we're splitting it sixty-forty." "Why sixty?" "Because you threw the child." Bill considered this. "That's fair." They loaded the trunk and drove toward the party, two professionals with a plan and absolutely no shame.